I pulled out the camera, lined up the kids, and before I knew it. I was laughing. Laughing at what? Oh my boys that look like their having a mug shot taken. You know that whole, no pose, won't say cheese, getting ornery thing. I think I just recently mentioned that. I did catch a couple of personalities though. Good thing I'll have a few weeks before we line them up again.
C wondered when I was going to learn a new haircut. He obviously doesn't want the same one he's had for the last eleven years. But I think he needs to look like a future missionary. So, we found a happy medium. He still thinks I need to take a class for a new look.
I got A posed with his long hair spritzed only to be distracted by the girls crying and forgot to take the before picture. But...he volunteered a smile for the after.
G likes his hair long. Only because his hair doesn't have an ounce of curl in it. Plus, plus, he grows wings on the sides of his head due to his thick hair. We once again found a compromise. I suggested that he smile for the second picture. "Why? I didn't smile for the first one."
J actually submitted himself to a buzz with with some in the front to stand up. What's with those red eyes?
Where do I start with little g? That kid has neck veins.
Looks a little like Billy Idol.
Here's to scissors, buzzers, mug shots, and Hallelujah, not for six more weeks!!
fyi--Hair was spiked for length sake. They're really not mad scientists.